The Golden Dragon viciously tore at Zhang Mingyang's body.
Its sharp teeth chewed, and a rich cyan light spilled from its mouth, ascending towards the heavens.
The entire sky was dyed a pale cyan color.
This extraordinary scene was alarmingly like a declaration to all, announcing the demise of a Transcendent Cultivator, returning to the essence of the world.
Suddenly, the winds and clouds changed once more, transforming into a light drizzle that moistened the desolate land.
Chen Zhong reached out to touch the raindrops suffused with cyan light, and the old scars on his palm were quickly smoothed over.
The fall of Zhang Mingyang had clearly shocked him to his core, leaving him dazed for a long time.
By comparison, A'Qing was staring intently at the sky, where the fierce Golden Dragon raised its head and extended its claws, with a circle of thorns around its neck, which was utterly terrifying to behold.
His heart suddenly hung in suspense.
